Bars and Promises

I live in the city’s last wisp of smoke, Between bars and promises… I sing where the nite leaves hearts half-broken, Between bars and promises… Buses groan like tired beasts, Graffiti prayers fade in rain. She trades her voice for whiskeyed peace, Hiding her hunger in refrain. Streetlamps blink like dying stars, But I’m still here—you know where we are. I live in the city’s last wisp of smoke, Between bars and promises… I sing where the nite leaves hearts half-broken, Between bars and promises… Cheap perfume and bruised guitar, The jukebox bleeding faded blues. Every night she counts the scars, Every song’s a missing you. Streetlamps blink like dying stars, But I’m still here—you know where we are. I live in the city’s last wisp of smoke, Between bars and promises… I sing where the nite leaves hearts half-broken, Between bars and promises… Under my ribs, sirens and bells— Hope tastes of rust, but it burns still. I stand in the static between two lives, One with you, one in neon knives. The fire burns, the fire steals, And I still wait, though I know it kills. The dawn peels paint from shuttered bars, She hums to ghosts who never sleep. Still dressed for the ride to somewhere far, Still tied to the promise she keeps. I live in the city’s last wisp of smoke, Between bars and promises… I sing where the nite leaves hearts half-broken, Between bars and promises… I live in the city’s last wisp of smoke, Between bars and promises… I sing where the nite leaves hearts half-broken, Between bars and promises… Between bars and promises… maybe I’ll wait for you... Between bars and promises… maybe I’ll wait for you... Another night, another lie... Another night, another lie...